This thing is about being sad and missing someone. It reflects what is happening to my generation now (I'm 66) and God's role in it all. It's a tough thing.
This is a bit of a bio. An introspection of "how did I get here?" There was no plan. People just appeared in my life. The only constant was work ethic and a never say die attitude.
This is about people who act like they're perfect all the time.
Post election mortem blues (revenge i don't want)
Here's a little environmental country song about the water situation in Lakeway/Bee Cave, Texas. It's aimed at those who keep building and drawing even more water out of the ground and our lakes.
More words questioning the environmental priorities of our local city council.
Once again, there is no calm or holiness in political discourse.
It's about family and friends hating on each other while the charlatans laugh all the way to the bank.
This is about the absolutely pathetic political situation in the United States and how the candidates and media are playing the American people, a purported source of genius and innovation, like a fiddle.
This is about real estate developers destroying our planet by putting in a distribution center were it doesn't belong while the truck drivers get it from all sides.
This is about my son in law who just hiked the entire Colorado Trail; a major accomplishment.
Country lyrics about how a Dad is the best man a daughter will ever have.
Written for a friend whose mother is in hospice...
I live here in the US, but as they say in South Texas, it's all todo tidato... meaning we're about as lost as we've ever been.
My stepson is hiking about 500 miles in Colorado. This is about him... his father passed on about ten years ago. I know he's proud of his son. I was lucky to marry his son's mother five years later and I'm just telling the story here.
This is about the zealotry and uncompromising nature of our political climate. These words could describe anybody pushing their political obsessions towards the rest of us.
Written because the mother of a long time friend passed away... the lyrical rhythm is similar to the song Caroline No by Brian Wilson and Tony Asher.
This is a picture of murky origin... sometime in the 1950's. It's the rising Rio Grande underneath the International Bridge between Laredo and Nuevo Laredo. Poncho Ruiz of Laredo posted it in Facebook... My words follow...
This poem is not a self-congratulatory sort. It instead recognizes that the blessings in my life have turned on the light. I am not blameless of wrong doing or without mistakes having been made. But, you know, I can't complain so I won't. There are others more worthy of vocalizing their troubles.
This is about anyone who thinks God commands us to wage war...
A friend of mine took his own life last week...
I'm witnessing a total eclipse of the sun here in Central Texas.
It's about marrying someone who lost their first spouse...
Just another day working from home...
Country song lyrics about a man and his greatest love stepping back together from the stresses of life.
This is about the men digging graves in a cemetery. I witnessed it yesterday...
An acquaintance from work just passed away. He was a black man...
It's about war... it's about random shootings... it's about hate...
As another Christmas approaches, the world continues its turmoil. Is it a matter of God believing in his creation? Or do we continue to hope for some sort of savior as we are unable to care for ourselves?
People I know are dying...
An old friend, as far back as 1975, suddenly passed away... there was no warning...
Blood in the holy land...
This is intended to humble myself way down... you don't have to believe in God; real or metaphor, it's the idea of a higher power or way of being that I cannot live up to.
I live in the country. I went on my back porch and saw a bee, working alone, on my deck.
This is about how my love of baseball was fostered by my father.
A visit to an art gallery...
War. What else?
This is about a memorial (Catholic Mass) for a man I never met. He was my wife's Uncle.
A poem about gentrification and the ruthlessness of the real estate industry in general.
A friend took his own life... nobody told me... I didn't know he was in despair. So many people successfully hide their pain. It's a sad thing...
I just discovered that my childhood home has been demolished. Of all the homes in the neighborhood, it was mine that is gone. I will never now why. I lived there from 1963 to 1970.
A country song about waiting for a girl who is dating another guy.
Old lovers who know what they have
Loving someone
A piece of empathy, inspired by Russians protesting the invasion of Ukraine, because a poet can never support war.